Disclaimer: Long chapter with more rooms and slight fanservice, be weary, lolololol.

After the spastic Monokuma left to go talk to some island dwellers in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, I decided to become Nancy Drew 2.0 and investigate ten more rooms or so before I get a stroke and pass out. I mean so far everyone seems somewhat sane from what I've seen.

Simon's massage loosened my joints and was way too alleviating for a regular human to accomplish in such a small fragment of time, but I guess those gains aren't just for show.

I'm pretty sure Tokaku was going to violate my body while I was in a trance (cough lesbian cough) it's always the pretty ones who get you.

Toto probably was sizing me up to be his cat's next meal, I feel like he's going to kill me soon who knows.

Athena I don't want to talk about because the...flashbacks...

Dietrich was rather... entertaining for a stiff busybody and that stomach, damn!

Mei I'm still fangirling over, but look at me being biased towards almost most everyone here.

Edu seems like a typical love-struck heartthrob to me but he has his appeal being a well renowned sportsman which already makes the girls wet if you know what I mean.

Reina is not the cold harpy I thought she was, but I have my thoughts that she's a yaoi loving pleb, I mean who really enjoys YOI aside from that cancerous fan-girl group who ruined the Anime Awards 2016 Crunchyroll for me you brainless, BL loving, anti-social sheep.
I prefer GL and shoujo-ai to be honest, it's more experimental...hehehe.

Natsume; I can already sense the fans reading this saying he's a typical best friend in anime, getting friend-zoned like that, but who knows these stories aren't as linear as you might think.

I got the rules and memorized to the best of my ability and so far, they're not as egregious as I thought them to be. I mean Rule 1 and 5 aside, this seems like a legit school to me. But I'm getting sidetracked here, onto the story you guys actually came here for.

I walk around to some other rooms and try to find my room before I get flustered. I look around and see my sprite on the door; the hair is curly, messy, reddish brown as you'd expect a natural bed head to look like, my avatar had my burgundy blouse, knee length, ruffled grey skirt, glasses that fit perfectly mind you, flat black shoes and pale skin. Lol you're average teen novel main character.

ARIHIME'S (MY) ROOM

I walk into my room expecting it to be as generic or over the top as rooms can get. I was half expecting just a desk and a dingy chair that barely stood still but I was surprised to say the least.

My room had red wallpaper (my favorite color), the floor was carpeted damp grey with slight hints of black stripes in the pattern, a very round bed stood in the middle of the room with a red silk blanket, grey pillows and soft queen size mattress, there was a bathroom in the corner but mine had red carpet tiling in there with a grey look to the decor and a bath tub, there was a desk in the far right of the room which was hand carved it seemed with a nice polish, there was a computer there to type up reports, a laptop in the corner to keep up with the news, there was also another desk which had a stack of newspapers waiting for me to peruse and scavenge for info, on the walls newspaper articles have been cut out and stuck around the room to look like a cliche news station, press outlet or something, there was a closet in the corner and there was a mini station for snacks and my own coffee station as well.

Huh it seems the author got my memo on what I want my room to look like. I mean this is way too classy for me and I'm broke AF. I even get my own snack stand and coffee machine, too bad there's always a catch to these altruistic gifts and gestures. But it's an incentive to stay alive in this hellish paradise, so might as well soak in the comfort, before some random jackass comes in with a machete and bashes my skull into his cold iron blade.

I lay my bag onto the chair with the newspapers and sit on the bed as I slowly laid my head onto the cloud like fabric with my hair all tousled over the covers like I was some princess from a cartoon. Can I just stay here the entire time and not move while everyone axes each other off? Is that too much to ask for author?

Oh wait what's that? When the hell did I sign a contract!? Oh wait, yeah I'm the main character, so I'm obligated to continue the story or else bad things happen and the audience gets bored, right gotcha.

I rest my head on the silky pillows as I started to fall into another naplike slumber. I close my eyes and let my unconsciousness drift into a surreal fantasy until a noise came from the door.

Who is the idiot that is ruining my me time? I walk over to the door and see someone through the peephole, it was Izuhara in his pirate like costume.

"Who is it?" I ask trying to fake my curiosity.

"It's me Izuhara!" he says in his confident manly voice trying to sound cool.

I mean his outfit aside, he has the body for it, I just feel like he should be in a better shounen anime than this one. Or is it a seinen who knows? Or maybe a Street Fighter game, I don't care.

"She's not here, this is her maid, Hilda," I say putting on a fake elderly person voice to trick him.

"Oh I see," he says folding his arm around his stumpy left hand, "Well it looks like all the food I cooked will go to waste."

Nani! What did he say, food!? But wait what if it was poisoned...

"There's delicious creamy bacon pasta, well done tenderized steak," he says in a persuasive voice as my mouth waters like a fountain with a broken valve, "Oh I also forgot to mention the Turtle mocha cheescake with caramel drizzle!"

I opened the door faster than Usain Bolt on crack and slammed it so loud that I'm pretty sure Mei heard it.

"Works every time," he says chuckling like the villain in a cartoon TV show, "Follow me my ravenous bookworm."

I swallowed up my spittle as I wondered where the fighter pirate was taking me. Oh wait, maybe the food was a ploy for him to eliminate me from the class roster. RIP me if that is the case. I mean he seems decent so far but on the surface, he looks like your generic chuunibiyou, someone forgot to take the TV off and it was stuck on One Piece or something.

"Even though it's not much," he exclaims leading me to his room, "I hope you'll love it."

He opens his door and judging from the condition of his door, the frame has punches in it and a few splinters stick out, I was going to be in for a wild ride.

IZUHARA'S ROOM

We both enter his room as I closed my eyes expecting some anvil to drop on my head and kill me or some device to capture me, but I was flabbergasted once I opened my eyelids.

I was expecting grunge or some disorder but it's quite the antithesis. His room felt more MMA if anything, the wallpaper was black with a few white slashes in the design, there was a huge Octagon ring in the middle of his room with a picture of a cracked skull and crossbones on the surface of the arena, there was higher section in his room where there was a rope you'd see in wrestling rings, sequestering it off where I saw he bed with a tattered brown blanket, feathered pillow with floral patches sewn into each one of a gaudy design, the floor was tiled silver, there was oddly enough a sewing station with types of stitches, ribbons, silks and thread in rainbow colors with an old fashioned sewing machine that looked like my grandparents would use to this day, there was a few weight racks with weights ranging from 10 to 60 lbs., a punching bag station with some bandages around and lastly he had a mini kitchen inside the room near his bed consisting of a mini stove, oven, sink and refrigerator with some pictures on the front.

His room would look more intimidating if it weren't for the mini kitchen and sewing area, I mean no disrespect to his hobbies, but whoever decorated this place needs some mental help, I mean what are the odds that an underground Fighter who loves cooking and sewing would attend here? Maybe 0.001 %.

"Follow me Ari-chan," he says leading me to a table with a tattered flower quilt for a tablecloth and some exquisite looking food on fancy white plates.

"So what do you think?" he says proudly while folding his arms with a shiny smile contrasting with his ragged appearance.

"Not the most sublime destination for a romantic rendezvous in my opinion," I say giving a slight shy wince, "But at the least the food looks great!"

"I mean if I bump into you again and lose an item and get this treatment again, then I'm going to start seeing you a lot."

He begins to chuckle again as he pulls up my chair for me and I fix my skirt and sit down in the padded fancy seats with no arm rests.

"Thank you for the meal," I say while clasping my hand because since he was Japanese, I assume he'd follow that silly honorific system that is so asinine nowadays that I'm surprised it hasn't become obsolete yet.

I pick up my fork and see the delicious steak and pasta at the side with the cheesecake on a separate plate with the caramel drizzle on the side and begin to eat the food gracefully. I wanted to be polite and not scarf if down as that would be rude but my mind is like take this food to your room and slide the food into your mouth with no regrets.

The pasta was boiled and cooked just right, the creamy cheese melted on your tongue like soft chocolate, the steak was well done how I loved it and it wasn't too spicy nor too bland.

I was eating my food peacefully while Izuhara was smiling with his hands in his tattered pockets in the other chair looking at me with satisfaction.

"I'm sorry, the food is good," I say wiping my mouth with my arm.

"Oh do you need a napkin?" he says getting up and running over to the mini kitchen.

"Oh no that's fine," I say trying to dissuade him," That's al-"

Before I could utter a word, he shows up with a napkin rack and hands me one in his hand. A bit stubborn he is, I mean he's way too nice to be treating someone as despicable as me this good. There had to be some catch.

"So Arihime," he says folding his arms and giving me a serious face, "I'd like to get to know you better."

I knew it, he wants to get those sweet juicy details, trying to butter me up.

"What would you like to know, Mr. Pirate." I said adding a little sarcasm in there.

He brushed off my comment and asked me something I thought he wouldn't bring up, "Tell me about your life thus far."

He sat there waiting patiently as I forgot how to speak for a moment, we got this deep into a conversation, he didn't even get escort me home.

"Well I'm from the city and lived a very quiet life with my parents in an apartment," I say eyeing the lovely dessert laid out for me, "I'm an only child, antisocial nerd with zero mutual friends and work a lot, blah blah."

Izuhara looked at me with some grave face as he listened to me give him a made up story so bogus that I'm surprised he didn't catch onto my lie. No one should know what my past was like and I mean no one. I want to keep my skeletons in the closet mind you and you audience need an unreliable narrator goddamnit!

"Enough about me, Izu, tell me about your family your life and what lead you to where you are now." I say giving a hidden hint of slyness.

"Well I grew up in "formidable" circumstances is the best way to sugarcoat it," he says looking down at his feet for a bit.

"I became a fighter at 12 years old to support my huge family," he says looking me in the eye, "Long story short, it paid good money and was enough to live by with me and my 16 sisters."

Sounds like he had it...Wait what!? 16 sisters?! How the hell do you even manage that!? That must have been the best sex ever if they were willing to copulate so many times to produce so much offspring. I mean I find huge families interesting as a concept but this is taking it to new heights of ridiculous, I mean I've seen Mexican families who'll tell you to slow down on the love making. (minor offensive joke, watch as the feminists shut us down for being intolerant, lol.)

"16 sisters, I mean they say having a boy or girl is fifty fifty but your family took it to new heights." I jokingly say trying to assuage his cold front.

"It is, isn't it," he said shrugging it off, "But thanks to them we all survived and they taught me how to sew and knit."

Now that makes his sewing hobby seem more plausible, I mean manly man like him a ladies man, who would've thought it.

"Well as much as I'd like to talk about our family lines," I say exiting the seat and taking the cake with me, "I have to meet someone else, thanks for the meal."

I say as I make my way to the exit. As I walked over to the exit, he grabbed my arm and stopped me in my tracks.

"Ari-chan," he says looking at me with that puppy dog eye, "If something is bothering you, just let me know, I might be able to help you."

His words rung straight through my heart strings as he walks over to clean the dishes and I leave the room feeling like a piece of garbage. I mean he genuinely wants to listen to what I have to say and looked at me with a straight face and no fluctuations in his voice. Huh maybe he's not as terrible as I thought he'd be.

"I'll keep that in mind, you kind ragamuffin," I say giving him a goodbye, "See you soon."

Just I exited the room I saw note underneath his door and picked it up because women love snooping I guess. I closed his door and opened the note and read it's contents:

"Someone has your secret and I know who, Mr. Tomokazu, it's..."

Just as I continued to study and scrutinize the note, a voice interrupted me as I quickly shoved the note back under Izu's door and acted like nothing had happened at all. I looked at who called me and pretended as if I didn't see anything or heard something important to the plot who knows.

"Hiya!" says a very soft spoken female voice.

I look and see Karuta in her fancy Japanese garb and wonder how she can survive in something as stuffy as that.

"Oh Karuta how are you?" I ask nervously hoping she's as dim witted as she looks.

"I'm excellent, arigatou Arihime-sama!" she says praying and bowing her head to me. This girl is the embodiment of kawaii and moe. She looks too pure for this world but has that vibe you get from any other small loli girl, she looks as if she can take you on head to head but it comes off as more cute than menacing due to her attitude and dress.

"Would you like to come and play a game of cards with me?" she asks very politely.

"Umm..." I mumble.

I can tell this girl had something up her sleeve, I mean she's he Ultimate Karuta Queen, she of course was going to choose Karuta because I have never heard of that game let alone how to play it.

"I would love to play, but I don't know how to."

"Oh that's no problem, I can teach you."

So she drags me to her room and by far she has the cutest sprite on her room door ever with a few sakura blossoms engraved on the design and she proceeds to open the door.

KARUTA'S ROOM

When I hear cards like Karuta's talent, I think of Alice in Wonderland, one of my favorite Disney movies, but to be honest I wasn't expecting her room to be as extravagant as the other room considering how gaudy most of them were and hers might be more simplistic. But to my surprise again her room, while simple was over the top AF.

She had a flat futon bed with a floral design like Izu's but more embedded traditional Japanese flowers, the floor was autumn orange carpet, there was a a mini sakura tree growing in the corner of her room with some petals falling to the ground, her room had kanji written on paper hanging on the walls reading love, fantasy and peace, she had a dreamcatcher like charm on the ceiling of her room to keep away the spirits, her room a sliding door cupboard, there were some potted flowers surrounding a mini lake streaming through the room and a little brown bridge for her to cross over with, there were some koi fish swimming in the stream, she had packs of cards laying on a round table of sorts in the middle of the room for about five people to play on and there was salt in a bowl and jar in the corner of the room.

I can tell she was either a devout traditionalist or a really superstitious person because no one has this many luck charms in one room of their let alone their dorm room. I mean all the power to her, I just hope she doesn't force me to go ghost hunting with her or some nonsense like that.

"Follow me Ari-sama!" she says very chipper like as we cross the bridge and reach the card table. I mean her room looked pretty cute and I love the historical look of it as I love to research history because of the amount of video games I've played and the anime I've watched.

"Sit there and just watch me," she says seating me and pulling out a packet of cards to play with.

"I'm no expert, so explain away, all mighty Karuta!" I say in jest.

She squeals and shows me the steps but the basic concept is somewhat simple. I have to look at the card I have and read what is says and my opponent and I look at the stack lined up for us in rows and we have swipe the one that is required faster and before our rival can acquire it.

"Okay let us proceed."

"Okay, let's go and since your a beginner I'll go easy on you."

A little reassuring but still have to be careful around Ultimates, they're crafty and can swindle you out of victory faster than you can say "Nice to meet you."

We commence the game and for someone who claims she's going easy on me, she's like the Sonic of card games. I mean I take one look at my card and she already got it in like a millisecond and I have to move on to the next one and she repeats the same process over and over again for about an hour.

Jesus Christ calm down, mind you this was her easy difficulty and I really don't want to see her insane level, she's so good that before they set up she has all the cards.

"That was so spectacular," she says clasping her hands together and smiling.

I was more shocked and a little tired after having to switch between so many cards at once. I mean wtf this girl is on meth or something because no one is this fast. Another reason to hate Ultimates, they have godlike abilities.

"I'm done, no more..." I say exhausted from all the whiplash.

"Aww I wanted to play more with you," she says making a pouty face, "Oh well maybe another time."

Maybe in your dreams, loli card-meister, I'd rather gamble than play whatever that nonsense was that. I exit the room dumbfounded yet oddly satisfied as she sprays salt on me and gives me a Sayonara wave. I really underestimated her abilities, note to self never mess with an Ultimate and their gifts.

I walk around and bump into another person, what the hell is this the only way to introduce characters author seriously, I'm going to get a concussion soon.

I look up and see Aohito and his tall looking self, glaring at me with those manly almond eyes. I mean he's like the oldest male here and I have a feeling he's going to be the stereotypical kuudere of the group based off of his stoic demeanor.

"Sorry," he says quickly, "I have to deliver a package to someone."

Has this guy never heard of small talk, by far one of the most boring Ultimates I've ever met. I mean he's so average looking aside from his body structure and he was wearing a black beanie, with goggles on top covering his hair and he was listening to music on his Ipod.

He just screams mediocre, I mean his talent is by the far the lamest one I've ever heard of and I met Athena, who is the epitome of lame.

"I have to head to my room excuse me."

"Hey big guy, want some help?" I ask trying to help but also pry.

"Sure."

Insert that was easy meme right here.

I follow him to his room and wasn't expecting anything outrageous but lo and behold this school manages to accomplish just that. His door frame has package stickers and stamps on the front and his sprite on the cover. Looks like fun, she lied.

AOHITO'S ROOM

He opened his door and oddly enough it reminded me of my room but on crack and more Harry Potter Ministry of Magic-esque.

The room was like one of those office mail rooms where there were endless stacks and rows of shelves filled with envelopes and sizable packages cluttered about, his bed was hard to find but I was able to make out a square shape in the pile of mail pouring out of the mail, the wallpaper was telegram yellow, the floor was tiled envelope grey, there were logos of different fast food places and delivery services like Amazon and McDonalds on the walls and a bunch of other small businesses I've never even heard of but the one thing that surprised me the most was that he had a BMX bike mini skate park and I saw a bike of sorts in the corner of this medium sized room and he must practice in his free time or something.

"Over there, it's around here somewhere," he says pointing to the far left corner of his room.

I look dumbfounded at the amount of mail accumulated in the corner as I walk over there trampling the mail as Aohito decided to carry me on his back to avoid me crushing personal property.

"Oh thanks I guess."

"No problem," he says in a monotone, soft voice.

I saw him slightly blush as soon as I pressed up against him and he marched over to the mail pile like it never happened. He kept slipping and fumbling over as this was probably his first time being with a girl around his age I could tell from his countenance and his body language.
As we arrive to the behemoth of a letter pile, he drops me down and I start to help him search for some package or what not.

"What am I looking for exactly?" I ask perusing the large pile of envelopes.

"Packages for Natsume and Calypso," he says bluntly.

I mean isn't unorthodox to look through other people's stuff but then again, it's my job to do that so I don't know why I'm fussing. I continue to look for these packages and out of nowhere I slip on a random letter and fall face first into the large toppling stack of mail like some clumsy intern on her first day of work.

I catch my breath and try to swim through the sea of letters and pages as for some odd reason it kept growing and multiplying every time I got close to the freedom. I mean I'm sorry I underestimated mailmen, I'll never order five packages at once ever again.

"A little help please..." I say gasping for air.

I stick my hand out as I sink into the mail and close my eyes and my arm got a paper cut from the sharp ended letters. I feel a hand pull me out as I continue to get a few more papercuts and get rescued from all this thin wooden madness.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT!" Aohito asks as he pulls me out of the pile.

"Yeah...just a few scratches," I say showing him my arms.

As I looked up at him he showed concern and worry on his face as if he lost a loved one and he actually feared for my life. So much for the kuudere approach, now I'm going to get PTSD from jokes, card games and now letters, might as well be locked up in a bomb shelter then.

"I'm going to get help," he says leaving the room in a hurry, "Wait here."

"Don't worry, I won't be shipped of in another week or so."

I laid there waiting patiently as my mind drifted again into lulling sleep mode and I appeared back into that dark place with no light. I notice my cuts were gone as the room got dimmer and dimmer as I continued to walk around the silent room. Suddenly millions of newspapers appeared out of nowhere as i formed a huge cage around me trapping me in one place.

"What is this? Where am I?" I say in a very distraught manner.

I look up and see the shadowy figure from before and he grew a crap ton and towered over me and laughed crazily.

"Welcome to your purgatory, madam," he said in a very deep, smooth voice like warm fudge chocolate melting on a hot plate.

Appeared out of nowhere, there were alphabet letters with menacing faces approaching me as the shadow continued laughing evilly. The letters backed me into a corner as I was left with no escape. I cover my eyes as the voice gets creepier and creepier and it slowly slips over to my side.

"I'm your demon arbiter!"

It scares me awake as I arose in a room that was reminiscent of a Nurse's office, the room had light blue wallpaper, the floor was tiled black and purple, I was sleeping on a medical bed of sorts with about two more just like it, there were posters of drugs and other diseases on posters plastered to the walls, there was a huge flat screen TV faced to the beds, there were shelves lined with medicine, diet pills, chemicals and other supplements all categorized and color coded for the OCD alike, there was a skeleton in the corner of the room just chilling, there was a sink in the corner of this room and there were shelves of medical books lined up for the avid medical student to read.

Even though I had no idea where I was, I could only infer that it was someone's room or the Nurse's Office.

"Well look who's up," says a familiar angelic like voice.

I see Calypso carrying a plate of food for me with some ointment, a TV remote and a piece of paper. She then places it on a table next to me and sits next to me.

"Oh hello Calypso..." I say slightly freaked out, "What happened?"

"Oh you passed out from the shock and so Aohito got some people to carry you to my room for treatment," she says announcing to mini hospital as her room.

CALYPSO'S ROOM

A little weird for her to have this style of room, but then again they might as well have given her the Nurse' Office as her dorm room because they're not that much difference.

"You know, Arihime, you act without seeing the expectations, "You've been making such a ruckus lately and everyone is getting very worried about your habits."

She couldn't have sounded like anymore of a nagging grandma, I mean you need to think of the outcome and all that was really awkward to say let alone having a teen say it to you. She's acting like I'm doing hard time drugs and am just recovering in rehab.

"Well, I try to avoid danger, but it seems to find me," I say giggling it off and sweeping it to the side.

"Well I say what ever you do just don't go overboard," she says in a very motherly yet graceful tone, "No matter what happens you need to be strong."

Am I seriously in rehab, because I only got a few paper cuts and now everyone treats me like a child or addict, what the heck?! I study my bandaged arms and decide to lay down for a bit before going anywhere.

As Calypso got up to let me rest, I heard the door open as I saw a handsomely dressed pretty boy appear through the doorway past her.

"Is she alright?!" he asks in a hurried tone.

"Over there pretty boy," she points to me lying on the bed.

I lay there looking at his handsome face and say, oh shit he's the default pretty boy in every show that gets the girls wet, oh my gosh, i'm so anxious she lied.

"Seems like this fly escapes the venus fly trap once again," he says tipping his hat at me like the dandy he is.

"How cheesy, it's nice of you to check up on me though."

He looks at my arms and gives me a very concerned look.

"Are you pushing yourself to seek answers in this eternal prison?"

Again with the meta shit, I mean he's not half wrong, i just want to get my info and get the hell out of here and into counseling. I mean with what has happened so far, i'm not surprised I haven't died of a heart attack or something with the amount of insomnia and investigating I'm doing here.

"Did you receive my note, songbird?" he says pointing to the note on my tray.

I look over and pick it up and read what was inside:

"Nori's Private Concert, guest only one, time; whenever she feels like dropping by."

Aww how sweet he's going to impress some chick with this invite and he's asking me to re read it for him.

"Well whoever she is, she must be a lucky girl," I say pretending to act like he didn't mention me in the sentence.

"Songbird, the one who tickles my fancy, is sitting in the bed of clouds in front of me," he says giving me a bishounen grim face.

"Oh you meant me, I'm so sorry, Nori," I say trying to wipe off the shame I placed on him, "I' just not used to being invited to things, I usually sneak my way in."

"Well it seems as you've crept your way into my line of sight and entranced me like a hypnotic temptress."

I was at a loss of words. He's really serious about this? I mean he's too suave and debonair for me, and I'm just a hot mess.

"Why do you like me? Out of all the girls here, why am I the one who is the apple of your eye."

I feel like this question always gets me riled up and pondering about myself, why do people like me anyway? I'm unappealing, have a sharp tongue and am more antisocial than a fanfic weeaboo creator.

"Because you have a certain air of mystery about you," he says putting his hands in his pockets and looking at me, "Plus you love my music, not one girl my age has ever stopped and listened to my soft jazz but always looked at me as another pretty face."

Woah dude slow it down, I know the readers ship me and another dude here, but you know I don't fall the first guy I meet and need to be impressed first. I need you to convince me to like you and not rely on shitty shoujo cliches about me choosing the first male I see.

"That's very sweet but I'm not anything special," I say covering my face and blushing.

He walked up to me and escorted me out of Calypso's room and into the hallway. The intense warmth and passion I felt from his hands as we walked to his room, was so enlightening if you will. I mean why am I such a dick magnet? When did this mystery drama story turn into a forced romantic comedy slice of life? What's going on author?!

I look on his door and see a saxophone sticker alongside a gangster symbol on his doorway as he turned the handle and I followed him into his dark soul.

NORI'S ROOM

Based on Nori's formal dress, I would've suspected him to have a flair for the dramatic or some 1920's looking decor inside his room. I mean he looks like a Bonnie and Clyde gang member or something.

He turned a light but the dimly lit room made it seem more somber and atmospheric, the walls were creme white with black diagonal lines running through the pattern, the floor was dark brown wooden, there was a small stage in front where there stood a black old fashioned grand piano, a bass standing upright, a saxophone sitting on a chair, a trumpet on a rack, a violin and a clarinet stand all on the stage waiting to be played, his bed was in the corner of the room with grey blankets and silver pillows, there were about four round small tables where there were about 6 fancy seats to one table with a fancy, white embroidered table cloth on each one, there was a mini coffee station with cabinets for sugars, creams, coffee variants and spices in the far right corner of the room, there were fancy lights on the walls with a clam shell design like in those old speakeasies in the 20's.

I love the design and Monokuma has such an eye for decor it seems. I've read the Great Gatsby before but this makes that book seem like a B grade romance era book. This room literally looks as if it was taken straight from a jazz club .

"Such class," I say grabbing my bag handle and grasping it firmly.

"I love a girl with taste," Nori says walking over to the stage with a content look on his face.

"Please have a seat and enjoy the sensational music from yours truly," he says picking up a saxophone.

I sit down on one of the chairs and sit near the stage as Nori begins to soothe my troubles with his smooth jazz. He presses his lips to the instrument as his fingers maneuver the flaps I guess on the device and begins to play a dramatic tune.

I sat there as his music serenaded me and I almost felt his sorrow in musical form. It's as if he wanted me to be apart of his world and discover what makes him tick as the sad notes permeated the air with sweet sickness and pain staking unrequited feelings. He continued playing as I wanted to sleep but it would be rude to the performer who took time out of his day to entertain me.

He finished the melody and removed the saxophone as he grabbed the trumpet and played it's elusive tune. I liked listening to the trumpet and especially in this context, I'm a huge fan of the Great Gatsby and this music just reminds me of reading the book as the starstruck Gatsby fell for the clearly deceptive girl, Daisy. Makes me want to write a sequel to the book but I don't think Fitzgerald would appreciate me tarnishing his reputation and famous novel with my crappy fanfiction.

He kept moving up and down like those water bird statues and expressed his emotions through the metal mouth of his golden tube. He finished that and moved on to his signature harmonica, so this was going to be interesting. I never was a fan of the harmonica for it's high pitched noise but Nori made it tolerable and the music as usual made me feel entranced and sucked into his sad, realistic view of the world.

He finished the song and gave a polite bow as I snapped my fingers at his humble tune.

"So, did the siren get herself lost in the music?" he asks walking over to me in a cool manner.

"I have to say," I pause for a second, "It was eye opening and gorgeous."

I really hated saying such cheesy lines but from Nori's satisfied smile it seems he loves this sort of attention.

"As the mind drifts, so does the soul, as the heart skips, the body moves," he remarks in a very deep tone.

I get up from my chair and we both walk out of the room, as he holds my hand as we walk out. I slightly wiggle it a bit as his soft grip made me want to seal it forever and not move away, but duty calls.

I let go of his hand and wave goodbye as he tips his hat off to me, what a man. A confession and it isn't even close to the first murder case, how delightfully forced but charming.

I look around some more and come across Alia's room as I heard noises coming from inside. I see the door open a little and let myself in, it's not breaking and entering if the door is wide open for you, cue current meme.

ALIA'S ROOM

I walk into her room and see her working on something mechanical, being the robotics expert must mean she has a lot of jobs to do, hence her distant mood swings.

Her room was tiled silver, the walls were dark purple with a black polka dots, she had a huge bed with black pillows and purple blankets in the left corner of her room, she stood next to a table with a bunch of gears, tools and kit working on some machine that was so disfigured it might as well be a new invention, there were some makeshift robots half finished in the corner with soulless eyes and springs loose, a tank in the corner of her room for welding purposes I guess, there was a rack of tools above her table stand and she has a goggle stand in case she breaks a pair.

Wow looks like a crazy scientist's room or something out of Frankenstein's lab. The room had an air of unease and something fierce, as if depression had sunk into this lifeless room and sucked out all fun out of it.

"Hello Alia?" I say trying to get her attention.

She looks up at me and has the same solemn face and blank expression, she'd give Aohito a run for his money.

"What?" she asks with a gruff tone.

"Oh I wanted to talk to y-."

"I'm busy."

Just like that she shuts me up as I walk away from her with my mouth wide open and me inching closer to the door as I shut it quietly. It's like talking to a fucking brick wall except a brick wall has more life in it that her of all people, heck even the biologist and delivery boy are more expressive than, Ms. I don't care about anything.

Might as well leave before I catch her edgy nature and want to end my life like some wannabe emo girl.

I look around the hall some more and come across the most pretentious looking sprite I've ever seen and some pictures of a fitness magazine on the door frame. This is obviously Camille's Room. Come on author don't keep us waiting.

CAMILLE'S ROOM

Thank you very much, omniscient creator. I was a little hesitant on entering this pompous douche's room, I mean the dude loves himself so much I wouldn't be surprised if he masturbated to his own photos. Jokes aside I opened his door and it appeared to be locked, oh thank god, I don't have to waste my time with his nonsense. I start to walk away when suddenly...

"Who wishes to gaze upon my fabulous drop dead looks!" he says posing like a retard again.

"Oh kill me..." I whisper to myself wincing.

"Ah Ari how nice to see you again!" he says walking up to me with his shirt off and his oiled upper body showing. Someone save me know...

"Come and feast your eyes on perfection itself," he says in his French accent.

I was dragged reluctantly against my will as he pushed me inside his room and I was blinded by more lights. I swear if I get epilepsy or a seizure, just know who I'm suing next.

I clear my eyes from the light and get a glimpse of his room or should I say photo OP. The room was covered in very gaudy yellow and red wallpaper, the floor was carpeted beige, there were many cameras pointed in one spot as I saw a blank backdrop and some black curtains covering up the other parts of his room, there were shelves containing protein powders, vitamins, diet pills and supplements of all kinds as Cam continued posing for the amount of flashing of lights blinding him as he kept smiling and giving really weird poses, his bed was nowhere to be found but there one that looked similar to it almost like a waterbed of sorts, fashion magazines laid out on the floor with his pictures inside and a moving note board with his best and worst poses where he's either flexing or making a cringy face.

I didn't know who made me want to die the fastest, this self obsessed snob or the non binary walking demisexual one liner attack helicopter.

"Selfie!" he said posing next to me as I gave a scornful face.

"Oh no good, the lighting was off and you really need to work on your facial expressions," he said with a droopy sad face and looking at the camera.

"So Cam, I have a few questions f-" as soon as I said that he rushed over to a table and laid out a chair for me and he made a god like pose again.

"I'm ready."

Seriously? Let's get this over with already before my I go blind from the manservice.

"So why did you come here to HP?"

"You know it's not easy to be sexy like me?"

And of course this tool avoids my questions entirely to self indulge himself, someone please put me out of my misery. I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere so i got up out of my chair and left the room as Cam turned his back to show me his triceps and shoulder muscles. And I thought Simon was too much, sounds like this school loves the conventionally attractive a little too much.

He gave a dumbfounded look on his face as he was ignored again by the ladies, and I heard sobbing as I left the room with a slight smile on my face. I realize I have about three more rooms to check out and sigh in relief.

I scour the hall and reach Kazuko's room based off of the sprite and the rowing oars on the door frame. I knock on the door and enter the room.

KAZUKO'S ROOM

I peeked inside her room and it was like SeaWorld in here. The walls were light blue with dark wave patterns in the design, there was a shelf with trophies and medals on it glorifying her success in kayaking and another activity called Briscola, there was a mini kayak with paddle and a water wave machine for her to practice on in the middle of the room, there was a a coat rack with her jacket hung up, there was some comic book heroes posters on the wall of ones I've never heard of, a picture of her kayak team sat on a table stand, the floor was carpeted with a dark green look, a shelf with more books, a medicine cabinet and oddly enough a wheelchair hidden in the corner of the room.

What would an athlete need a wheelchair for? Let's hope she doesn't pretend to be crippled and idolizes a crazy lunatic, cough*monaca* cough. Huh what a weird cough.

I heard noises coming from the shower as I stopped. Did I walk in on her at a bad time? Is she going to chew me out like she did with Cam? I was scared and ran outside as soon as he set foot outside and pretended to not be in there.

"Huh thought I heard something?" she says with her body exposed as I looked through the crack in the door.

I nervously watch her wipe her skin and body parts as the inner pervert arose in the audience probably fapping to the mass amounts of fanservice this episode provided. I saw her wobble a bit as she pulled out the wheelchair and sat in it for comfort.

She picked up the photo from earlier and wiped the frame as she noticed some of the dust having fallen off the frame.

"Was someone in here?!" she says loudly.

I bolted faster than an athlete on steroids and left before she could chastise me for spying on her, thank goodness that was over and done with. I searched for more rooms and saw the last two side by side and looked at each one, Yuzuki's and William's.

I was nervous because those two are more crafty and meticulous than a fox and mouse combined than anyone else here and I was afraid I might get caught investigating their rooms or something.

So I flipped a coin and it landed on tails which was Yuzuki's room.

I look on her door frame and see a gun and police star on the front, letting me know that all this breaking and entering was going to cost me big time.

YUZUKI'S ROOM

I knock on her door and as she pushes it open with her elbows so she doesn't contaminate the scene with her fingerprints. I guess Monokuma's words weren't taken lightly with her, it seems.

"Hello Ms. Koyuji, who sent you?" she asks in a blunt voice.

"Myself?" I say with sarcasm.

She lets out a short smile and pulls me into her room. I wasn't expecting the warden to have a room that felt very homely, but her room somewhat fit the bill.

The walls were lined with metal bars all over with grey wallpaper, the floor was tiled grey, her bed was locked inside a kid's version of a cell with the bars being made of sponge and her bed having a bunk and a computer station underneath, there was a fingerprint station where criminals put their prints on record, a backdrop with height measurements to catalog criminals and photograph them, there was a comparison microscope, sink, crime scene tape, magnifying glass on a table near her computer station, she carried some firearms on the wall, she had an office desk to file claims and prisoner bookings and her closet was filled with the same outfit she was always wearing, lol anime character clothes in a nutshell and she computer monitors with, is that cameras in the halls and rooms? What the fuck!?

Her room felt like a place to sleep in but the cameras and makeshift cell didn't help make me feel good at all. I mean she has cameras everywhere and is potentially spying on all of us as we speak.

"Don't worry about the cameras, your rooms are safe and free from prying eyes," she says as she crosses her legs sitting her swivel chair.

"Oh very reassuring..." I say sarcastically as I saw her stifle a laugh.

"I just came to talk to you for a bit."

"About myself or my talent," she says giving me a concerned look and raised eyebrow.

"Both if at all possible."

"Okay I was raised in a loving home," she replies giving me all the juicy details, "My father was a warden but was attacked during a New Year's Party."

Woah slow down there chickadee, I didn't ask for your life story.

"Um maybe a little less information that's not personal," I say to her.

"Well there's not much to learn actually," she says folding her arms, "Long story short, I idolized my father and became just like him after a rough relationship with my mother."

Oh some nice backstory, keep it coming, Ms. Stiff upper lip.

"I actually need to type up a report, so maybe another time, Ms. Koyuji."

Ooh shot down before it gets good. Oh whatever looks like it's time to move on.

"Wait!" she says to me looking at the cameras.

"You were snooping weren't you?" she asks me.

Holy crap is my cover blown already, I mean she freaking set up cameras everywhere, why am i not surprised.

"Um no they invited me over and I happily obliged them," I say rubbing my head in coyness, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Like how you invited yourself into Kazuko's room?" she says to me.

Shit she caught on to me already.

"Listen-"

"Stop, I see what you are doing," she halts me, "You're a journalist, it's only natural to be nosy."

Oh thank goodness, she's not as smart as I thought she was. No offense to her but she has cameras and can't tell what I was doing, lol warden of the year over here.

"Well I need to meet one more person, so bye bye," I say waving to Yuzuki as she typed up her report.

My goose was nearly cooked, if she knew who I was, who knows what she's do with that vital clue. Would she have exposed me? Who knows. I really let my guard down in these few chapters, why am I treating them like equals when they get ahead in life.
Enough rambling, I decide to look into that troll's room last. Wow, I need a nap later, too much investigating for me.

I looked at his room and saw a mystery mark on the door frame and saw it opened slightly.

WILLIAM'S ROOM

I peered inside and out of all the rooms, this one piqued my interest and astounded me at how...devious it felt.

The roof was red, the wallpaper was brown with some strange red marks splattered on the design, he had a dim white bathroom, he had a large bed with red pillows matched with a red and white blanket, there was a brown nightstand with a glasses case and small lamp, over the bed to the wall is a black and red checkerboard, opposite the bed there was a table with a red rose in a vase, two elegant porcelain cups, saucers and teapot set and a small box with two chairs but this last one is the one that freaked me out the most...

There was a huge blank wallboard with...pictures of all 19 of us and William's picture missing and replaced with a blank spot, each photo had the name and talent of the person along with different colored string linked to a different person.

What the hell is this garbage!? Is this guy a real stalker or a closet pervert? What the hell is going on?

My mind went blank trying to figure out what this room was? Was he the Ultimate Spy, Stalker or NEET, what what what!?

Freaked out of my mind, I decide to look further into his room and it felt really tepid and uninviting. It's as if he wasn't the person he said he was, was him being a troll a front or is it really him? My mind was like a non stop warzone of unanswered questions with no legitimate answer.
I look at the box on the romantic looking table and open it and out popped a camera.

My face was shone by an incandescent beam as it hit my face and an instant photo popped out. This guy needs a hobby, he's really sounding creepy by the minute. I fall back and pick up the photo with shaking hands. I walk slowly back and feel something warm press up against me...

My back let a frost run down as my heart beat faster by the minute, a hand touched my shoulder as I felt a man's breathing on me.

"Well well, look who we have here." says a very slimy voice that could only belong to one person.

I turn around and see William grinning at me like the devil and touching my chin and grabbing the photo from me.

"Looks like a rabbit got caught in the tiger's den it seems," he says smugly, "I'm flattered you came to me."

"Get away from me creep," I say pushing him away.

"Oh tsk tsk my fiery reporter, I was trying to help you out," he says waving the photo around and placing it near the board.

"What are you going to do to me, now that I know what you're hiding?" I say to him timidly.

"Oh nothing special," he says walking over to the board "Do you even know what this board means?"

To be honest, he seemed okay with me finding this, considering the door was wide open or did he do this on purpose to allure me here?!

"Oh I knew you were going to find it eventually Arihime, my dear," he says playing mind games again.

This guy is an enigma incarnate, he seems to assured to be caught off guard like this and he's not disturbed that someone has discovered his true nature. I was more curious at what the colored string meant.

"So what does the string color mean?" I ask nervously.

"Oh you'll know in time , my sweet snoop."

Ugh, he called me a snoop. Repulsed by his remark, I exited the room in frustration and I saw William doing something even more insane and weirder. He put a silver ribbon on my picture and gave me a lustful smirk.

I escape with fear and gasp for air...he's hiding something bigger than a giant board with everyone's picture on it...who is he...

"ATTENTION ALL MISERABLE FOOLS!" Monokuma screams over the intercom.

"Meet in the Gym, I have a fun surprise and incentive for murder for you," he says swirling a wine glass of alcohol in a red chair.

"But dress formally first before you come into the room or else, you get executed on the spot."

"See you maggots later."

OH MY GOD MORE SURPRISES!

What does Monokuma have in store for us all to kill each other? Is he going to give us a motive bigger than secrets? Why are dressing nice? Why was William being cryptic and creepy? What is going on?

Find out next time on Hope's Lie...see you soon...upupupuupupupupupuuuuu!

HELLO EVERYONE, I HOPE YOU ALL ARE DOING GREAT!

No spring break is over, for me at least, waaaaah.

First world problem aside, i hope you all loved this chapter and it's really long and my fingers are too cramped to type more. I hope you loved what little fanservice there was compared to last chapter.

Wow so much to dissect, I want you all to leave your thoughts in the reviews and PM's. Let me know what you think of the last room sets and now deliberate who's room is more likely for murder.

Love all your encouragement and am proud to announce the next chapter will start the first murder, yayayayaayayay!

Thank you all for being so patient with this timely and tardy high school student and his attempt at a murder mystery. I hope to not disappoint you guys.

So here are some questions and I want to hear what you guys think of it:

1) What do you think of the remaining rooms? Which is your favorite and least favorite?

2) Who do you suspect will be the first victim? Killer? Let me know.

3)Tell me what you guys want your character to be dressed in for a formal event. This is your last chance for those who didn't submit a form.

4)Give me at least five characters you love and vice versa with the one you hate.

5) Do you think you can draw some fan-art of the characters for me? If you can just send me a link through PM.

6) Name all the people who have a crush on Arihime.

7)Guess which room is going to be the crime scene.

Lastly there's still time to save your character by guessing William's talent, I love to hear feedback from you all.

I hope you all are having a fantastic weekend and I'll see you fellow readers and authors in the next chapter, bye bye.

Upupupu let the festivities start!

UPDATE 1:

Hello hello everyone, I hope you all are well and doing great.

Sorry for not posting any new chapters this week, I'm so sorry for that. I'm muddled with schoolwork, grades and projects that I'm working on, plus I'm having a bit of writer's and artist's block at the moment and will need more time in making Chapter 1.

I really want to make this next chapter long, entertaining and worthwhile for you guys due to the copious amounts of the love, support and wonderful OC's you have sent my way. I'm touched by this amicable fandom.

Bad news, there won't be any new updates for a bit due to my writer's block, homework, projects and the fact that I'm tired and want to re-edit the chapter so it doesn't sound like a rushed mess of crap.

Good news, I might have some time later this week or on the weekend to finish up this chapter, plus I really want to make the first case really shock you guys with who's going to die first and all that jazz.

Expect some a little romance and maybe some teenage drama.

I hope you guys understand and thank you to everyone for being patient with this struggling high school student and his lackluster updates. I love this series just as much as you guys and like I said I want to put love and quality into my stories and not shoot out five chapters a day if you get what I'm saying.

So yeah, sorry again for disappearing on you guys, expect the chapter to be out over the weekend possible or sooner who knows? Life is unfair and Arihime will agree as well.

Have a good day or night my fellow readers and authors! Bye bye

PS. If this does well, I might make a second Danganronpa SYOC in the future, about a new cast of characters and maybe even Arihime's child who knows? Upupupupuupupupupup keep on guessing young ones, mwhhahahahaaha!